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Feb 10, 2016

Loyalty

It was July 3, 1778 — almost two years after the signing of the
Declaration of Independence by the racially-conscious founders of the
American Republic. The foe was the multiracialist System of their day,
the British Empire. The place was the rich and beautiful Wyoming Valley
of eastern Pennsylvania, sparsely settled by pioneering farmers and
their families. And coming down in force from New York to kill them was a
band of British soldiers and a large number of Indians and half-breeds
they had recruited with promises of plunder, more than a thousand
strong.

The White American farmers there consisted at that time entirely of
women, children, the disabled, and old men — the men of fighting age had
all been called up by Washington’s army and were engaged in distant
battles. Some of these fighting men, just 25 in number, stationed in New
Jersey at the time, got wind of the impending attack and returned to
Wyoming just in time to lead the defense of their wives and children.
The defenders of Wyoming numbered just 300 souls, including the returned
soldiers, and were mostly elderly men and teenage boys.
Ironically, the Indians and British on the one side, and the White
American farmers on the other, were both led by men named Butler, both
colonels. The Tory Butler was John Butler — loyal to the Empire and
willing to use savage non-Whites to murder his own blood kindred if they
refused to submit, and the American was Zebulon Butler — a man loyal to
his own people.

The British and Indians first made their presence known in the
northwest extremity of the valley by murdering three White men who were
working at a mill, and then proceeded to burn one of the forts, Fort
Jenkins, that the settlers had built to defend their farms. The 17
elderly men who manned the fort were no match for the thousand troops
and savages arrayed against them. Four men travelling to their work near
Fort Jenkins, unaware that the invasion had begun, were killed. A young
boy in their company hid among the undergrowth on a riverbank and
survived to warn the Whites farther south and east.

The troops of the patriots bravely assembled and marched on the
invaders. They found the bodies of the men who had been killed and saw
they had been scalped and mutilated.

According to the account by Milo Acker, who had spoken with family
members of survivors, “[I]n the face of the overwhelming numbers of the
enemy, the little army of three hundred marched out of Forty Fort.
Grandfathers took their muskets and stood side by side with grandsons in
their teens. Nothing could have been more pitiable than the mustering
of such troops, and dire was the necessity that compelled it.

“As the American troops approached [Fort] Wintermoots, they perceived
it was in flames…. But near the burning fort both [sides] formed for
battle. Five companies were placed in crescent form, and Zebulon Butler
said, “Men, yonder is the enemy. The fate of the Hardings tells us what
we have to expect if we are defeated. We come to fight, not only for
liberty, but for life itself, and, what is dearer, to preserve our homes
from conflagration, our women and children from the tomahawk. Stand
firm at the first shock, and the Indians will give way. Every man to his
duty.”

But the loyal White Americans were vastly outnumbered and out-gunned,
and, despite their desperate bravery, they were forced to retreat. The
Indian marksmen, armed with British weapons, deliberately shot the
retreating Whites in their thigh bones, so they would be disabled and
unable to fight back while being tortured, clubbed, and scalped by the
hundreds.

According to Acker, “Many fugitives were lured by the promise of
quarter to stay their flight, and then were put to torture too terrible
to be described. Captain Bidlack was thrown upon a fire and held down
with pitchforks while he burned; and as the shades of night fell, fires
were lighted here and there, whose purpose was plainly proved by the
odor of burning flesh, which sickened those who were so fortunate as to
lie concealed.

“Among the most savage and relentless of the Indians was, alas, a
woman, Queen Esther as she was known, a half breed who had lived in
Philadelphia, and was supposed to be at least partially civilized and
friendly to the whites… She held almost despotic power over her tribe,
and led them on to cruelties, each more ingenious than the other. Queen
Esther’s rock is still pointed out, about which sixteen or eighteen men
were forced to kneel, while this fiend in woman‘s shape danced slowly
around the ring and crushed out their brains in turn, to the rhyme of a
monotonous and blood-curdling death chant.”

More than half the White force was killed that day: “Hardly a
household but had lost father, son or brother. From the house of a
farmer named Weeks seven men went out and not one returned. Next day the
aged owner was ordered by the Indians to decamp. ‘How can I go?’ he
cried; ‘you have killed all my family.’ But they gave him three days’
grace and then burned his house before his eyes.

“Many women and children who had been left in the forts on the east
bank of the river, hearing from the fugitives of the dreadful massacre,
fled at an instant’s warning into the wilderness, hoping to reach the
Delaware settlements sixty miles away. They fled alone, or in twos or
threes, though in one party there were one hundred, with only one man to
help them. Behind them were the savages; before them the wilderness.
Their sufferings were almost incredible, and the swamp through which the
great body of the fugitives passed has been called until this day the
‘shades of death.’ To the credit of the Tory, Col. Butler, let it be
said, at least, that he was much agitated by the work of his Indian
allies, and said in the presence of Daniel Ingersoll, his captive, ‘It
is not in my power to help it.’ Neither was he able to control their
greed, after the surrender of the valley, when he had promised that the
property of the remaining settlers should be protected. In his very
presence, Indians and squaws, with scalps hanging to their belts, or
brandished on long sticks, seized whatever took their fancy, and
destroyed what they did not care to take.”

Even after the surrender — and the departure of the Tory Col. Butler
who claimed he could not control his Indian “allies” and who had
apparently given up trying — the massacre continued. All those who did
not escape were killed, and every farm was looted and then burned.

One of the chiefs among the murderous Indian force was a man known to
history as Joseph Brant, whose Indian name was Thayendanegea. He was
rumored to be the half-breed son of a squaw and a British agent. Among
his several wives was a White girl who had been captured as a child by
savages and taught to “go native.” The survivors of the Wyoming Massacre
called him Monster Brant. Even after the massacre of the Whites of the
Wyoming Valley, he was lauded and honored by the British Empire. He
travelled to Britain was a received with royal praise and approval. His
portrait was painted by George Romney, Charles Wilson Peale, and Gilbert
Stuart. The town of Brantford, Ontario was named for him. Statues were
erected in his honor.

But the victory of Brant and his savages was short-lived. Loyal White
Americans, many of them Pennsylvanians and relatives of the murdered
farmers, under the command of General George Washington returned and
ousted the murderous tribes from the Wyoming Valley. By their loyalty,
they set the stage for the meteoric rise of European civilization on
this continent.

Even when circumstances were so dark as they were in the “shades of
death,” victory was already on the horizon. Loyalty to our race and its
incomparable civilization won the day over a corrupt Empire and its
savage mercenaries. We White Americans today can learn a lesson from the
loyalty of the men and women who fought for the freedom and
independence of their race and nation in the Wyoming Valley of
Pennsylvania.

* * *

What is loyalty? Loyalty is a natural quality, and, for human life to continue, it is a necessary quality.

Man is not a solitary creature. Though our race has a strong streak
of independence and a need for space and freedom, we are still social
beings, like it or not. The Jewish establishment knows that we have an
individualist tendency, and, like our other tendencies and weaknesses,
they exploit that: Their promotion of radical individualism is one way
to atomize us and make us weaker. It is only by virtue of organized
society that the individual is able to exist.

In simpler times the isolated individual was unlikely to survive even
one severe winter or an attack by an enemy tribe. He would have no one
to assist him when he was sick or injured or otherwise threatened. He
would be unable to implement even the simplest kind of division of
labor, so his life would not only be short but also brutish.

The writer Martin Kerr taught us about concentric rings of loyalty
that must be intact for us to live full lives and for us as a people to
achieve our destiny. He inspired me to think on the concept.

The first ring of loyalty is loyalty to oneself. Without this, there is nothing to give, including loyalty.

The second ring is loyalty to one’s family. Our families are
the cells of our people’s body. Without them, there is no future, no
people, nothing. Even when our families do not understand the nature of
our struggle, we mustn’t give up on them. Be patient, be loving, be
kind, be willing to do what it takes to show them by your words and by
your actions and by your course through life that our Cause is a just
cause, the thing that matters most.

The third ring of loyalty is loyalty to our nation. To us, this
doesn’t mean the false patriotism of the wavers of plastic flags. This
means loyalty, not to economic or political abstractions or to the
criminals and aliens who now rule us, but to the people themselves,
to the true descendants of those who pledged their lives to each other
in what was then a wild new land called America. We are their
great-grandchildren; we are their representatives; we are their
life-essence brought into the future — in a very real sense, we are
they. We should stand together and do what is right for the next
generation, and correct the serious mistakes committed by the preceding
generation.

As modern America has ceased to be a true nation, united by common
blood and heritage — and instead turning into a mere economic zone of
the Jews’ global plantation, a feeding and breeding ground for whatever
cheap labor is needed at the moment — this loyalty assumes an
ever-greater importance. We mustn’t confuse non-descendants of
our people with descendants, even though they reside in America and
mistakenly call themselves “Americans.” The Founding Fathers explicitly
said this land was for their “sacred posterity.” Their posterity means
their descendants; their children and their close kin’s children. When a
Nigerian athlete enters the Olympics on the American team and is
competing against a Frenchman, which athlete represents “us”? Which one
do we cheer for? When an all-White Russian team defeats a largely-Negro
team of so-called Americans, have “we” been defeated? These are
questions of loyalty.

The fourth ring of loyalty I see is loyalty to our race as a whole.
This means that we recognize a greater loyalty than our narrow
individual and family interests, greater even than our loyalty to the
extended family of White Americans. It means we recognize our kinship
with all the Whites of Europe from the Urals to Mediterranean to the
North Sea, and with the Europeans who colonized South Africa, parts of
South America, Australia, New Zealand, Canada, and other areas of the
world where our people have settled. These men and women are our kin and
their destiny is our destiny.

There is still yet another, outer ring of loyalty. The National
Alliance, almost alone, recognizes this outermost ring, which goes
beyond — far beyond — loyalty to the White race as it is presently
incarnated. This loyalty can be expressed in several different ways.

Dr. William Pierce would have called it loyalty to the Life Force.
The ecologically-minded might try to explain it to the layman as loyalty
to this evolving planet in an ever-evolving Universe — or, more
correctly, as loyalty to Life itself.
You might also call it loyalty to the future.

This means that we recognize that our race is part of larger,
evolving whole. It means that we recognize that our race is more, far
more, than just a biological entity taking up space and eating and
reproducing and trying to be happy as we live our lives and try to make
those lives as long and as trouble-free as possible.

We recognize that we exist not only in the dimensions of space but in
the dimension of time as well, and that it is the future of our race —
what our race has the potential to become — that holds promise beyond
imagining.

It means that we recognize that, led by the Jews and following their
false values, present-day American society will kill the future of our
race and lead us into the dead end of death and extinction via wars,
catastrophes, and genetic decline.

It means we recognize that the future of this planet — and Life
itself — depend on our victory and the radical transformation of society
which the Alliance embodies.

This is loyalty to Life. This is a higher loyalty to our race: not as an end in itself in its present state, but as an agent, the only possible agent, of our future.

The fifth ring of loyalty has always been the province of a small
elite who understood the monumental implications of genetics and
evolution.

And so I come to the National Alliance. With the widespread
destruction of true loyalty to nation and race by our enemies, we pursue
our goal of reaching every single White woman and man on this planet
with our message of hope and inspiration. In this new Dark Age, the last
three rings of loyalty appear to be gone. But, as the scribes of the old
Dark Age preserved the writings of Classical times, so the third,
fourth, and fifth rings of loyalty are kept alive for future generations
by the Alliance. And we not only preserve those values and ideals — we
live them.

The work of the National Alliance is based on a full
understanding of our position as a people and as a race; a full
understanding of who we are and who is trying to destroy us. The
National Alliance embodies the future.

We have joined together in a new ring of loyalty which embodies the
old, but in an even stronger form: a new steel ring of loyalty to our
race and to our race’s future.

These are dark days for freedom and self-determination. These are
days of increasing repression. But these are also days of greatly
increased opportunities for us. Hundreds of thousands, even millions, of
people on all sides of the political spectrum are coming to an
understanding of the Jewish question. The more these rapacious vultures
and professional fake “victims” demand obedience, the more people awaken
and see them for the liars and parasites that they are.

What do we face if we lose? — or if we take the coward’s path of
imagined “safety” and do nothing to stop the destruction of our race? —
if we fail to be loyal? In a Third World future, we will face what the
farmers of the Wyoming Valley faced — and what the farmers of South
Africa and Zimbabwe are facing now. Be loyal. We can prevail. Unlike
the forces of the Empire, we are not motivated by money or plunder. We
are motivated by ideals and by our very survival. As Elbert Hubbard
said, “An ounce of loyalty is worth a pound of cleverness.”

We also need to be persistent. Ours is a task for people who will
stay the course for decades, not months. Those who jump from project to
project, from organization to organization, will have little permanent
impact. It’s easy to be discouraged. Our enemies have a great deal of
money, and the power that brings. But we have the truth on our side. And
a passion that our Divine Spark will never be extinguished, and the
knowledge that the fate of Life in the Universe depends on what we do
today. We will never give up. Remember the words of the Roman poet Ovid:

“What is there harder than stone? And what is softer than water? Yet
hard stones are hollowed out by soft and flowing water. Only persist,
and you will overcome.”

When I think of William Pierce’s devotion, persistence, and loyalty
to our Cause, and what he bequeathed to us who came after, I think of
what John Wesley Crockett, the son of Davey Crockett, said after his
father died at the Alamo:

“He is gone from among us, and is no more to be seen in the walks of
men, but in his death… he slew more of his enemies than in all of life.”

Let’s make Dr. Pierce’s revolution come true in the hearts and minds
of our people. And then we will remake the State. It will be a
revolution of which Washington and Pierce would both be proud, a
revolution worthy of the words of Francis Scott Key. A revolution which
remembers the Wyoming Massacre and lessons it teaches.

Stick to the task at hand, whatever comes. It is dark now, but the Jews cannot stop the sun from rising.